White picket fence, back money loan
Two little kids, living in Seven Oaks
And you stay at home, while I go to work
And when I come back at 4, we take off our clothes

I'm not sure if I find as much satisfaction in that life
'Cause truthfully I party all night
Me and my homies play shows like
Every month and in every country
I just love the road-life, I don't want a routine of
I'm waking up to your morning breath
Hangover-less and hardly in debt

But them bangs look good on you
I wouldn't lie to you
Eye-liner baby
Let's take a trip out to vegas
Them bangs look good on you
I wanna lie on your
Jean skirt, baby
I'd be lying if I ever said
I don't think about us
I don't think about us

Tell me you don't see the dead end
In chasing me as something more than friends
But I like when you come visit me
We don't fall asleep until it's 3 am
But you wanna argue how I haven't asked you to just be my lady
I tell you: I'm busy
But truthfully I just want to be free
And flirt with the girls at the shows

But them bangs look good on you
I wouldn't lie to you
Eye-liner baby
Let's take a trip out to vegas
Them bangs look good on you
I wanna lie on your
Jean skirt, baby
I'd be lying if I ever said
I don't think about us
I don't think about us
I don't think about us
I don't think about us

But when I think about us
I think we're better without us
I think your mommy and daddy want you with somebody with car insurance
I think the 30 old version of you wants somebody with life insurance
I think the 30 old version of me would have already joined a circus

So here's your chance to be with someone else
Or be with me if all you really want is
A heartwarming scene from the most miserable family in the world
A heartwarming scene from the most miserable family in the world
A heartwarming scene from the most miserable family in the world
A heartwarming scene from the most miserable family in the world

But them bangs look good on you
I wouldn't lie to you
Eye-liner baby
Let's take a trip out to vegas
Them bangs look good on you
I wanna lie on your
Jean skirt, baby
I think I'll call you